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Chapter 759: Chapter 397 “The Body of a Cripple” and “Feigned Death Resurrection” (Please Subscribe)_1

With the initiation of the Fate Simulation, time within reality also came to a complete standstill.

Milton Cheney’s consciousness sank into a long silence as well.

It’s uncertain how much time had passed, perhaps a moment, or perhaps countless years.

Fortunately, the passage of time held no meaning for Milton at this moment.

After all, once his consciousness had completely submerged into silence, he was entirely unable to perceive the passing of time.

Years passed.

The consciousness of Milton gradually began to awaken from its silence.

This also signified that his final accumulated Fate Simulation had been activated, and he returned to the world represented by the simulation.

Just like the experiences after the arrival of previous Fate Simulations.

At this moment, a massive flood of memories surged within Milton Cheney’s mind.

The memories suddenly appeared in his mind, but fortunately, Milton was prepared the instant his consciousness recovered.

After all, this wasn’t his first experience with the Fate Simulation.

Including the previous sessions of Fate Simulation, this was now the fifth time he had initiated it.

Therefore, compared to the previous times when his consciousness recovered within the simulation, the speed at which Milton processed these memories was much quicker now.

The inherited memories within the simulation were vast.

At first, Milton merely sorted through these memories briefly.

these organized, foreign memories

in a short period of

that in this Fate Simulation, as he hadn’t managed to fully assimilate all the inherited memories in his previous

memories, the benefit to Milton wasn’t as significant

many memories he digested, only a part of them could be

he would still only be able to hold onto

already, Milton was well

just digesting a portion of the memories,

these memories, Milton didn’t feel the slightest bit

the previous instances of

simulation, after the

sense that he had once again taken

memory in his mind made clear the identity

almost to have passed in the blink of

tens of thousands of years, Milton processed only a

a certain moment, Milton

deliberately perceive

his mind made

was lying flat on a pale glowing

surrounding environment was shrouded

apart from him, there were no

it was

the True Spirit is crushed, and this

utterly

on the bed, Milton mused

slightly, not because he was contemplative, but because the sense of decay

was certain that he controlled this

the slightest movement was

a finger made